Never Coming Home Mcr Novels & Stories

**Homecoming** The familiar scent of home—the faint aroma of Claire’s lavender candles, the comforting smell of old wood, and the lingering hint of last night’s rain—filled the air as the Hayes family finally stepped through their front door. Despite the exhaustion from the relentless chase and the constant threat looming over them, the warmth of their home brought a fleeting sense of safety. For the first time in what felt like ages, they were back where they belonged. But the sanctuary of their home was tempered by the reality of the battles still ahead.

I took the phone and clicked on WhatsApp. Our family group chat had completely blown up. While Mom and Dad were still on their way to the hospital the night before, they'd already had someone remotely pull the security footage from the house. The system was fully HD with an audio capture feature. Not only was the footage crystal clear, but every single profanity and threat Linda had hurled at me had also been captured. Grandpa sent a wall of voice messages in the group chat, a solid 60 seconds' worth lined up in a row.

Mack: are you really in the game? thats so cool! :) Mack: i wonder if youll be able to come back….. do you? Mack: its ok if your ignoring me i kinda deserve it Mack: just stay safe, ok? --- Mack was her ex from her old life, and a flurry of questions flooded her thoughts while a flurry of emotions flooded her heart. What the hell? How did he get my stream? Does “home” mean him? No way! No. Fucking. Way.

The once-proud Rachel now had nothing left to her name. She stumbled home, her eyes red and her emotions on the verge of breaking down. She threw open the doors and cried, “Mom, Dad! Help me!” However, the only response was a stony silence in the living room. Her parents sat on the couch, their expressions dark. The once-extravagant living room now looked desolate. Her father chain-smoked cigarettes, looking scarily gloomy. Her mother looked furious and haggard, as though she had aged decades in a few days.

At the time, she'd heard that he came back to the country after hearing about Alfred's disappearance. Maya recalled his name—Bryan Tolliver. Even the name made sense now. Oliver Bryant… and Bryan Tolliver! Bryan got Maya to sit back down before he continued dressing her wound. "Do you remember me now?" After hearing his explanation, Maya finally understood why he was here.

Two days later, with the household staff holding me for support, I walked into the Gray family's memorial hall. I sat weakly on a chair while Walter crawled across the floor, looking like a wretched mess. His entire body was covered in wounds and blood. Even his clothes were completely destroyed. It looked like he had suffered a lot in the last few days, most likely having been given a good beating. When he saw me, his eyes flickered with emotion. As for me, I felt a surge of rage when I saw his face. He had killed my child and livestreamed my suffering online.